Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
Men must read for amusement as well as for knowledge.
Weak minds may be injured by novel-reading; but sensible people find both amusement and instruction therein.
The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.
There is not a single heart but has its moments of longing.